A gay sex stories: Vortex Quest Bk. 01 Ch. 11 == VORTEX QUEST 1-11 ==
== DEMONIC DALLIANCE ==
After an uneventful chute-ride back to the holy spire, the pantheon had taken a nap in the crystal structure they now inhabited.
Chay couldn’t tell how long they had been out.
He had woken up first, but stayed still, curled up on his side, staring at the vast expanse of hellscape and its subtle details outside. The sheen of rock-suckling slug creeping along cliff faces, the migration of imps between their feeding grounds, the shimmer of the aurora borealis — aurora abyssalis? — competing with the glow of ectoplasmic rivers.
Chay sat up and pondered. He’d used his ability on his compatriots when he’d first gotten it, but he’d mastered it since then and it was time for another ‘scan’ of their strengths and weaknesses.
Marcus was shadowboxing across the room, cut muscles flexing in a ballet of power. A wuxia fighter magically dialed up to eleven. The lithe Filipino of 21 was impatient but driven. He could have been more powerful but suffered control-issues.
Obviously, Marcus’ greatest weakness was his insane horniness. Chay had trouble finding other flaws right now, so dire was the urge to fuck and cum. Being in chastity for just a couple of days couldn’t have done that. It was the abyss tempting them.
Xane was just as much afflicted. The short musclebound Korean of 23 was on all fours, his ass gaping as a disembodied, transparent Kobold-cock slid in and out. The bodybuilder made an effort to stay muffled, hidden from Marcus’ view behind an insanely ornate pillar.
His eyes were firmly shut, his expression one of suffering as unfamiliar pleasure ripped into him without giving satisfaction.
The thaum-mage was their most versatile member, close to classic godhood in many ways – minor omnipotence. Xane’s three butterflies chased each other above his flexing back muscles.
“Oh shit,” Xane said, looking between his legs. His ass closed and he turned his hole away. “Didn’t realize you’re up, hehe. Nobody forced you to look, though, perv.”
“I was just thinking,” Chay said. “Does it help?”
Xane shrugged and arched, getting illusion-fucked again. “Not the real thing and I’m in control too much to make it fun but yeah, it helps a lot.”
Chay made puppy eyes. “Would you?”
Xane sighed and closed his legs. “Get your cunt over here.”
Chay himself, nearly 25, was just as weak to sexual desire, he knew. He would have humped anything short of a woodchipper to get feeling back into his dick. Even now his hand was resting uneasily on his fundoshi.
The umbralist scooted toward the mage and felt an illusion-dick slide into him. The sensation had nothing to do with sex as he knew it but the pleasure was great enough to take the edge off his urges.
He’d been the one to say “we’re still us” but he wasn’t sure it was true. The idea of getting ass-fucked and riding cock in front of other men had been too ridiculous to entertain just a few days ago. Maybe the abyss was causing some fundamental change.
“Goro made me mage-fuck him for half our nap,” Xane complained. “I mean, he offered to fingerbang me in return but… saying ‘no homo’ only does so much.”
“Where is the big guy?”
“Outside, playing with the cake.”
The mage-dick was so large it poked Chay’s abs from the inside. Not enough to see it, but it was mentally uncomfortable to be reminded he was cock-riding.
Chay let Xane resume his self-fuck and got one last ultra-lightning-strike of pleasure as the phantom dino-dick retreated from his hole.
The leader wandered to the edge of their headquarters and looked into the fog. The missing muscle-beast dashed around in the mist.
Chay glanced at his middle finger. The ring didn’t look different when Pie was out. He could feel a subtle difference but maybe it was just in his head.
Their least talkative, most patient member, Goro had been the most sex-driven among them when they’d first fought through limbo, but because of that he seemed to deal better with the constant supernatural horniness than the others. His weakness became apparent when he fought — singlemindedness at the expense of everything else.
But Goro was the prime example for a perfect berserker. While Chay loved his own wiry body, sometimes he wished he could be that fucking huge.
And Chay’s magic itself? The psych student had always liked to observe from the shadows. The heavens had made that more literal than he had ever dreamed of.
Gallant landed outside and the men moved to meet him.
Marcus dropped to his knees in front of the ex-angel, looking at the giant’s crotch expectantly.
“How long have we been out?” Chay asked.
Gallant pulled a glass sphere from his robe. Three concentric golden rings sat within, at seemingly random angles. A needle ticked around the center. “About four inner turns, or five.”
“Uh… are those like hours?”
“Thereabout. Now to business.”
Gallant pulled out his dick. The prehensile thing seemed to stare at them, a drop of gold forming at the tip. The other three men dropped to their knees, too.
“We got the key stone half,” Chay said. “Can we get breakfast?”
“Yes,” Gallant said. “I also have news about your signature predicament…”
The pantheon jockeyed for a position at the slit. They fell into their rhythm of two guys licking the nectar, and two caressing the glands’ underside, switching every few seconds.
At first, Chay had to trick himself into sucking dick, considering how revulsive the concept was. But the first taste of nectar made him forget his sexuality. The fallen angel fed them pure, blissful masculinity.
The Thai demigod had to fight the urge to push the others away and claim the angle-dick for himself as he spent more time tasting Goro’s tongue than nectar. He was plagued by visions of Goro with a demon cock for a tongue, kiss-fucking into Chay’s throat.
With an excruciating pace, liquid sex dripped down Chay’s throat, giving him ecstatic relief from his cravings. It was nearly impossible to think about girls.
Meanwhile the Nephil explained.
Gallant’s relationship with most of the demons was complicated and in many cases strained, Chay had gathered as much during their sub-optimal meeting with Hrailoth, but if you were an ancient, powerful demon in the abyss you made allies. And one of those was able to weaken Hrailoth’s strangling curse on their balls.
Marcus and Goro were incapable of listening while nectar short-circuited their heterosexuality, but at least Xane paid some attention to the plan.
It was straightforward. Hopefully it would be easy as well.
===***===
The demigods waited for a bunch of Kobolds to pass their hideout and Chay puppeteered the straggler.
He had ‘grabbed’ an ankylosaur-like, dark orange guy with a spiky, armored back, carrying a hammer.
Piloting the biped reptile as their faux guard, Chay led his friends through the crawlway according to Gallant’s instructions. They only had to look sullen or catatonic to pass as slaves.
Chay’s short hair was at the limit of credibility, Xane had put an illusion of baldness on himself, Marcus’ hair was a bit too long but it stuck to his head with sweat and was passable at a glance.
Goro’s long hair was beyond what a slave could grow. Nobody seemed to survive longer than a month or two. Chay wasn’t sure why. Humans weren’t eaten and only used for light labor. They mostly seemed to serve as a currency of sorts.
Goro had simply asked Xane for a close shave, which the mage had provided. The berserker’s baldness would grow back to a mane the moment he frenzied.
In the light of lichen-eating slugs and hypnotically blinking crystal, Chay marveled at how different a shaved head made Xane and Goro look.
The men arrived at a chute that lead up at a nearly ninety degree angle. Two large velociraptor-like Kobolds guarded the elevator.
Fortunately, their puppet had carried a semi-obol. Xane could have created illusory money, at the price of letting his baldness go, which had been plan A.
The puppeteered Kobold wordlessly put the coin into the collection bowl and the guards let them into the cage of iron.
The ride traversed dozens of miles in just a few hundred yards through the crawlway’s space bending fuckery.
Xane got bored and did little tricks, like flashing lights and a thumping bass. Too unsubtle for Chay’s mildly paranoid taste.
While the leader kept watching the distance markers on the walls, the other three had a sweaty dance party, each man vaguely careful not to rub on the other too much.
===***===
The ceiling of Jheyr’Udd was a nation of upside-down mountains. Stone arches and more precarious bridges of bone and chain connected caves within the mega-stalactites.
The pantheon emerged into a hub cavern, with four bridges leading away. Chay made their puppet walk along, across impossibly high bridges swaying within a faint, cyan aurora.
Their four dick cages began to glow under the white fundoshi, getting stronger as they neared an Overpalace — a demon-owned stalactite.
A banner between bone lanterns proclaimed it as the headquarters of the archeographic association.
“Nobody around,” Chay said. “Big G?”
Goro ripped their Kobold’s head off and tossed the remains over the edge.
Chay would have liked to let the puppet live, but not only would that compromise them, he could hardly start getting qualms about killing abyss-dwellers. They were slaveholders, looking to break through to earth, after all. Even if he wasn’t quite clear why, since there were already plenty of human males around.
He focused on the Wretcher’s castle ahead.
Wretchers were minor demons, usually living up high. Their most basic task was to catch slaves who had breached the lax security down on the ground. The Wretcher the pantheon was scheduled to see was called Dle’Shuul.
They reached a wooden gate with artful carvings, speaking to the lord’s wealth.
They were expected by a gray Drake in a leather harness.
The six foot, musclebound reptile had a ridge from head to tail and several gold rings on his fingers. A crown of red feathers covered his head.
“You’re Gallant’s lot?”
“Yes, sir,” Chay said, probing for weaknesses. This Drake felt too important for a simple bouncer-job. He had rune tattoos circling his pecs — the magic kind that sucked on your life force to deliver curses onto your enemies if it ever came to that. A demon’s work, expensive. Dle’Shuul had sent his lieutenant to welcome the pantheon.
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